Yours to Own and Love

I am being pulled out of the crowd, out of the hall filled with people. My head was spinning as we walked far away from where people might be. It was dark outside, the wind was cold and only a few lights were on. My heart raced as I realised this could be dangerous but still, I didn't stop him. I let him take me. And as soon as we were utterly alone, my back met with the wall and soft lips crashed on mine.

I eagerly moan into his mouth as his big hands slide over my waist. He doesn’t stop until he finds what he’s after, and I whimper at the feel of his strong grip as it moves to boldly cup my ass through my tight dress. He growls savagely into my mouth, both hands cupping my ass.

Our tongues dance as the music faintly played in the background, and I start to let go entirely. The gorgeous, dark stranger growls into my mouth again, and when I roll my hips, I gasp at the feel of him throbbing against my tummy. Fuck, he’s so hard, and just feeling his want for me has me flooding my panties with sticky arousal.

I kiss him harder, and his hands boldly slips lower to push up under my skirt. It’s dark out here, but my God, we’re alone. I know I should push his hand away and tell him he’s going too far, but I don’t. Because I like his hands on me like this. I like the way his pulsing erection has my knees shaking and the heat pooling between my legs.

He tastes like good tequila and bad decisions, and fuck me, I want more.

I’ve always been nervous about actual intimacy. And it’d be so easy to write all of my exes off assholes. Every single guy I’ve dated had eventually walked off to get something on the side, all because I wouldn’t do it. And the older I get, and the more this keeps happening, the harder it is to blame everyone else.

At the end of the day, it might be me. Which leaves me eighteen years old, a freshman at college, and still a virgin in every possible way. And frankly, it’s starting to feel pathetic.

So, maybe that’s how I’ve arrived here, in the arms of this absolutely gorgeous, panty-melting stranger with the dark scruff on his jaw, the haunting look in his grey eyes, the powerful grip and rock-hard arm muscles, and the throbbing erection pulsing against me. It doesn’t hurt that I’m in Hawaii, in this gala event the night before the birthday.

Not mine though. My father, Maverick's. He's turning 40 tomorrow and was planning on making it a big thing until he had a gala to attend at Hawaii. So we decided to have the party at this beautiful beach after the event.

I felt a sudden rush of liberation, a desire to shed my inhibitions and surrender to the moment. I want to try something new. I want to know how it feels.

As if sensing my thoughts, the stranger's lips brushed against mine, "I want to get out of here," he growled, his voice low and husky. "With you."

I moaned, my body melting into his as our lips clashed together. "So let's get out of here," I whispered. "My place isn't too far from here."

"I'll drive" He kissed me without another word, we stumbled away.

***

I’ve never done this. God, I’ve never even done anything close to this. But alcohol, and determination, and raw lust fuel me as I boldly lead him through the main entrance of the resort we were staying in. We stumble down tiki-torch-lit, manicured gravel paths until we arrive at the luxury cabana for one I’m staying in, with views of the ocean. Dad had spent a lot of money getting us these accommodations but I'm sure he didn't feel it.

We fall in through the front door, and I gasp as he slams the door shut and pulls me into his arms. I fall into him willingly, my pulse roaring and my skin on fire. Heat pools between my legs, and when he kisses me deeply, I know I’m not backing away from this.

This is happening, right now, tonight, with him. And I can’t fucking wait. He scoops me into his arms, and I moan as he carries me over to the bed.

He lays me down across it, and my whole body is trembling in desire as he unbuttons his white, well ironed shirt. He tosses it aside, and my eyes widen as they sweep over his freaking perfect body—rock-hard chest, chiseled abs, and sculpted arms. He’s got a Mediterranean tint to his skin, and I realize he’s actually older than I thought he was at the gala. He's more like thirty. Older than the twenty-five I guessed earlier.

For whatever reason, it only gets me hotter.

His muscles coil as he stalks onto the bed over me, and I moan as he leans in to crush his lips to mine. His hands slip under my dress and slide it up, and I whimper into his lips as he tugs it up over my thighs. He pulls away from my lips just long enough to pull it over my head before he’s kissing me again.

His hands slide down my bare torso, teasing my ribs, and he groans eagerly into my mouth when he feels the lack of bra. His hands cup my soft breasts, and when his fingers tease my nipples, electricity spikes through me to my core. I moan eagerly.

Oh, this is happening. It's really happening!

His mouth leaves mine, and I gasp as he starts to lick and tease his way down my neck. My breath catches as he moves lower, kissing gently over my breasts before taking a nipple between his lips. His tongue bats over it, making me moan, and then he starts to move even lower.

Oh, God.

His stubble teases my tummy and sends butterflies through me as he moves lower. His fingers skim over my hips and hook into my red panties, and he starts to peel them down as he lingers at my navel. He kisses lower, and I bite my lip to stop from squealing in pure ecstasy as his soft lips tease lower than, well, than anyone’s ever been before.

He brushes lower and lower, and I kick my panties away. His big hands spread my legs, opening me wide for him, and I blush in a mixture of awkward embarrassment and raw desire. He looks up at me with those gorgeous gray eyes, and his jaw tightens as he groans.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to devour you, Angelo.” He moves in, and suddenly, he’s tasting me. I yelp, my eyes going wide and my jaw falling open as his tongue drags ever so slowly and wetly over my lips. My hands clench the bedsheets, and my whole body arches off the bed as the most incredible feeling I’ve literally ever felt roars through me.

“Oh fuck!” I moan as he drags his tongue over me again. He groans deeply into me as he presses his mouth to me, and then, I’m just lost. I’m utterly lost as his magical tongue parts my pussy lips and finds my center. He pushes it into me, dragging my sticky wetness with him as he slides up to my clit. I cry out as he slides his tongue over my aching bud, and when he sucks it gently between his lips, I go to pieces.

He swirls his tongue across it, and suddenly, I’m coming. It’s been all of a minute and a half with his mouth on me, and I’m coming harder than I’ve ever come before. I scream into the darkness of the bungalow, my entire body writhing and twisting as he just keeps licking me. His powerful hands pin me to the bed, and his tongue keeps working over my clit until with a shout, I tumble right into another orgasm.

It’s only then, that he pulls away, letting me freaking breath. But it’s only for a second, because suddenly, he’s moving back over me. I moan and eagerly pull him down to crush my lips to his. He tastes like me, and my arousal is wet on his lips, but I don’t care. I taste myself from his lips, and I kind of like it too.

He kisses me again and then pulls away to stand. I watch with wide eyes as he unzips his pants and drops them, and my mouth falls open at the size of the bulge in his black boxers.

Holy shit…

His eyes hold mine, or at least try to, because mine keep dropping to his erection. He hooks his hands into the waist and tugs them down, and I literally choke on my own tongue. “That's...,” I mumble, out loud, yet was unable to finish it. I blush, but he just grins as he moves back onto the bed. His huge cock swings heavy between his muscled thighs, and I seriously can’t stop looking at it.

Maybe I should stop here. I mean, I might not have done this before, but I know that thing is enormous. He moves back over me, and my temporary hesitation crumbles. I eagerly pull him back down to me and open my legs to wrap them around his waist.

He frowns suddenly and swears. “Shit,” he murmurs.

“What is it?”

“I don’t…” he sighs. “No condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” I whisper shyly.

He groans, and when our eyes lock, I nod. “Come on.” I whisper.

He growls as he moves between my legs, and when his thick, swollen cock touches my pussy, my breath catches. He wraps a fist around his big cock and eases it against my lips. They begin to open and stretch around the fat crown, and my breath comes faster and faster as he starts to slide in.

This is it. It’s really happening.

There’s no “physical virginity” or anything like that to break through. I mean, I grew up riding horses and playing sports. But there’s still a temporary wince at the sheer tightness. But I’m so wet that even with how absolutely huge he feels in my little pussy, he starts to slide right in.

He groans, and his mouth drops to mine. He kisses me deeply, taking my breath away and swallowing my moans as he rocks his hips and pushes his thick cock into me. I cry out, clinging to him and raking my nails down his muscled back as he drives himself deeper and deeper. Fuck, it just keeps going, inch after inch, until I’m losing my mind.

And the suddenly, I can feel his big, heavy balls against me, and I know he’s all the way in.

I know I’m not a virgin anymore.